My fathers little Case peanut. It changed my mind about smaller knives.
I had always had a full size stockman or SAK on me. When I was in the army, the supply room handed out the old all steel MIL-K knives like lollypops att he doctors office. So I was used to a 3 1/2 to 4 inch pocket knife with close to a 3 inch blade.
When my dad passed away, his old Case peanut ended up on top of my dresser, and it sat there for a long time in a tray with some other knick knacks. Then my 20 year old Buck 301 stockman was going back to Buck for a spa treatment and new main blade. Just for yuks, I dropped my dad's old peanut into my pocket, expecting to just carry it for a bit out of sentiment, and that I'd find it really too small for my needs as a blue collar machinist working in a shop. I mean, the Case peanut is a joke, right? Growing up, I had always wondered why dad had bothered carrying such a small knife, aside from the fact that his mom had given it to him as he was leaving home for college. The first in his working watermen family to do so.
So I carried the little thing, and mid boring Ihad a job on the mill to modify some parts that had come in a heavy cardboard box sealed with that plastic tape that has the nylon stuff running through it. Tough stuff. I reached in my pocket for my Buck forgetting Ihad sent it off, and found my dad's peanut. Thinking 'aw heck' I opened the main blade and it sliced right through the stuff. The next day I had a job on the lathe, so I went over to the rack where the round stick was stored, and took out the peanut to cut the greasy tape that was holding the 1/2 inch bars in a bundle. Again, the thin little blade went right through.
This kept up for a while, and I kind of grew used to having my pocket freed up with a smaller lighter knife that did what I needed to in real world cutting. The Case peanut was an eye opener. When my Buck came back to me all fixed up by the Buck spa treatment, I was happy to put it back in my pocket and the peanut went back on my dresser. For a while. The Buck felt like a brick in my pocket, with the 3 7/7th size and thick enough for three blades. The two bladed 2 7/8th peanut would disappear in the pocket by comparison. Working on my BMW motorcycle, the peanut would cut a new length of fuel line clean as a razor blade. It opened UPS boxes like magic. I started to leave the Buck home and go with the peanut in my pocket. Dads little Case was an example that we don't really need as much knife as we think. Or at least I didn't, and thin is good for a cutting blade. It made me think of all those old guys I used to see growing up, that had the little pen knife in the pocket, and how they all knew what they were doing.